Hey /lit/! Currently writing a novel set in the Warhammer 40k universe (I know, it is science fantasy, not science fiction, but whatever), and it is all about the story of two young men drafted into military service.
One of them is called Illius, he is slim and really tall, this is mainly due to him growing up on a low gravity Agri-world. He is also the Squad's Vox-caster. The other one is called Arcon, he is tough and cheeky and could be best described as a cunt on two legs, and he is supposed to be the grenadier.
Anyways: the two barely know each other. They have literally just met inside the drop ship, just as Illius is about to boil over and punch the cunt to his right in the face the dropship is hit and it crashes.
Only the two of them survive, Illius is relatively unharmed, while Arcon breaks his ancle and has to walk on two sticks. They are both found and picked up by a convoy from another dropship, which landed a dew kilometers off the original landing site, saw Illius's and Arcon's ship go down and decided to swing by and help out any survivors.
So Illius and Arcon both follow the convoy and the two get to talk. Illius doesn't really want to talk at all, but Arcon is, despite his broken ankle, a fucking annoying cunt about everything he sees. Arcon is from a hive wolrd, and this means that he doesn't know a lot of the shit around him. He has never even seen a mountain, or a tree in his life. And so this annoying fuckback of a cunt is constantly asking questions about this and that, and because Illius thinks he has to proof how dumb Arcon is he is really bitchy about explaining things.
One of the coversations goes like this:
A:"Hey Ill?"
I:"What is it now?"
A:"What's that big thing over there?"
I:"I told you, a large group of trees is called a forest. Did you ding your head in that crash?"
"No, not that forest thing, I mean that REALLY big one behind it."
"Behind the forest?"
"Yes! That tall, grey, concrete thing."
"The mountain?! You don't have mountains where you are from?"
"No."
…
"What is it?"
"I told you, it's a mountain. M-o-u-n-t-a-i-n."
"I get that, but what IS it?"
"It's a big pile of rocks, and stone. What did you expect? Some huge building?"
"Well, it's large, grey and looks like concrete. Seems like a building to me."
…
"So who made it?"
"Made what?"
"The mountain!"
"Nobody did."
"How did the rocks get there?"
"They just are. Mountains don't become."
"But…why? Why would someone pile up rocks just like that? It must have taken years!"
"I told you, mountains are just there They are like air. You breath it and only question it when it smells bad."
…
"Do you have mountains on your home planet?"
"Yes. To the east of our farm."
"Are they bigger than the ones here?"
"They are about the same size."
"And who made them?"
"Why won't this go into your head? Nobody did, mountains are just there! Now shut up!"
"But nothing is just there! Everything was made once!"
"Too bad, mountains are. Just like the air and the oceans."
…
"What are oceans?"